So unless you’ve been sleeping under a social media rock, gratitude is continuing its rage across the interwebs (or I should say it’s spread of the love). Busy is the new black, or perhaps it’s balance, which some say is a seemingly impossible ideal, just like being a Supermom has always been – ie we are far too busy to … Read More
I feel a little bad starting a post about quitting complaining by grumbling about my son. But if enduring his world-class whinging and whining has been worth anything, it’s been to teach me that embracing change is the secret to stopping complaining…to waking up one morning with nothing to carp about and everything to appreciate.
I’ve been wondering about when people stumble upon this blog whether they presume it’s about the good days (hopefully lots) and the bad days (sometimes too many) of being a mother. They would be right. You take the yin with the yang. I suspect newcomers to this blog could imagine I write (in brief) about my own good points and … Read More
One of the first words Little Yang said (after Mum, but before Dad!) was HOT. This of course was because he was told repeatedly ‘don’t touch, HOT’ around cups of tea or coffee. And we would blow any food that was warmed a little too much with the warning ‘HOT, HOT’. To him HOT naturally came to mean ‘BAD’ – … Read More